Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2002 23:11:30 -0600
From: Katherine T.
Subject: Texas Lady (FF, lesbian, Encounters)
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Texas Lady
by Katherine T.
She was not merely afraid of her, she was terrified. She saw
her the first time when one night a group of them went to a
popular bar and restaurant called Reilly's to celebrate someone's
promotion. They had a new hostess, a tall curvy brunette about
thirty-five with large breasts and a willowy shape. She was
beautiful. Trey had her eyes on the brunette's ass nearly
constantly, because their table was right behind the small
reservation counter and she sat facing it, looking at the back of
whoever was standing there to welcome the customers as they
walked in. The brunette had a drawl of some kind, Texas, Trey
guessed, and she could hear the woman's voice and look at her and
let wild fantasies float through her head as she sat with her
friends. Only once did their eyes ever meet, the eyes of the
hostess and Trey's, and nothing at all was in the woman's look
except the pleasant disinterest that went with her job. Of course
she knew Trey was a dyke. They were four dykes in the restaurant,
and the brunette was too experienced not to notice what they
were, especially since Reilly's was in a part of town where dykes
were as common as steak sauce in a steak house. The hostess did
look at them as a group several times, but Trey detected no sign
of any special interest.
So why did Trey go back alone the next night and sit at the
bar? Dumb yearning, Trey supposed. Trey enjoyed merely looking at
the woman. At the end of that first night she had masturbated
thinking about the brunette, brought herself off again and again
thinking about what might be under that dress and what it might
be like to hold that woman in her arms. When Trey had fantasies
like that about a woman, the woman became fixed in her
consciousness in some way, fixed so that Trey thought about her a
long time afterward. Trey went back to Reilly's out of dumb
yearning, not expecting anything, just to look at the woman and
enjoy herself.
The brunette hardly noticed Trey the second night, but she
did notice Trey the third night, and on the fourth night, after
Trey had been sitting at the bar almost an hour, the woman
casually walked over to Trey, smiled at her a long moment without
saying anything, and then whispered:
"You're cruising me, aren't you?"
Trey stammered. "Cruising you?"
"You've been here three or four nights in a row and you're
always looking at me."
Trey felt destroyed. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it."
But instead of making some smartass comment, or accepting
the apology and walking off, the brunette said: "You want to come
back at eleven, honey? I'll be through then and you can take me
for coffee somewhere."
Trey had to ask, because it was her policy to always ask
first. "Are you gay?"
The brunette raised an eyebrow and smiled at Trey, more a
smirk than a smile. "Try me, honey."
So that was how she met Lily. In a daze, really. Trey was in
a daze at the beginning, and she never did come out of it. When
she returned to Reilly's at eleven, Lily was already waiting at
the entrance.
"There you are," Lily said as she took Trey's arm. "Do you
have a car, honey? If you don't have a car, we can find a taxi at
the corner. I always take a cab home. Why don't we just go to my
place and have the coffee there?"
Trey felt so clumsy with her. She was so beautiful, those
dark eyes flashing at her, the white teeth sparkling when she
smiled. She was taller than Trey, and the heels she wore made her
even taller. As they stood together at the corner to flag down a
taxi, Lily seemed to tower over her. Big Texas girl. What the
hell was she doing with her? Trey never had success with women
like this one. Lily was too exciting.
Nothing happened in the taxi. Lily talked about her job,
about how happy she was to get away from the shitkickers in
Texas, about the plans she had to get her daughter to come live
with her. She had Trey grinding her teeth. All Trey wanted was to
grab those big breasts in her hands, but she was paralyzed with
fear Lily would push her away or say something nasty and she
would feel dumb and devastated.
Lily lived in a clean little apartment in an old building.
When they were inside, she pulled the shades and asked if Trey
wanted coffee or liquor. "How about bourbon?" Lily said. "I don't
have any dope, honey. I don't like dope."
Trey said bourbon would be fine. Lily brought her some on
the rocks, and they sat down on a worn sofa and smiled at each
other as they sipped their bourbon. Trey wondered if she should
make a move. But there was no need to decide, because after the
third sip Lily put her drink down and she put her arms around
Trey and kissed her.
"You're too quiet, honey."
Trey nuzzled against her neck, turning on to the smell of
her. "I enjoy listening to you."
"You do? Well, I like that. I'm going to change, okay? You
wait here and I'll be right back."
Trey watched her walk out of the small living room, watched
the sway of those lovely hips with indecent thoughts in her mind.
She sat there five minutes, ten minutes, sipped the bourbon down
past the ice. Then suddenly Lily reappeared, walked into the
living room and shocked the hell out of Trey because she was half
naked, literally half naked, white slacks below the waist and
nothing at all above the waist.
She caught Trey's shocked look and gave a soft laugh. "You
don't mind, do you? You've been looking at my tits every night
since last Friday, so you might as well look for real."
Her big breasts swaying like a pair of large Christmas
bells, she walked over to a table that served as the bar and
poured some more bourbon into her glass. "Want some more bourbon,
honey? I always need two drinks to get my wings off the ground."
Trey's own wings were already flapping, but she was afraid
to say no and break the mood. When Lily turned around and walked
over with the bottle of bourbon, Trey's eyes were blinded by the
beauty of those large breasts. They were not huge, just big and
lovely, and they seemed to fit Lily perfectly.
Lily noticed, of course. She smiled at Trey, filled her
glass with bourbon, then put her own drink and the bottle down.
Then she took hold of her breasts with her hands and said: "You
like these, don't you? Sure, I can tell, all right. Come on,
honey, don't be bashful."
She leaned over Trey, leaned low enough so that Trey could
touch her breasts. Trey took them in her hands, stroked them,
weighed them, rubbed the hard nipples with her thumbs. Lily
sighed and eased herself down on the sofa beside Trey. They
kissed, a lingering kiss that became sloppy as Trey worked her
tongue in Lily's mouth. Trey still held one of Lily's breasts,
her fingers teasing the nipple, and when the kiss ended Trey
quickly dropped her head to kiss Lily's breasts. That seemed to
be what Lily wanted, for she then leaned back against the sofa
with her hands behind her head to offer both breasts to Trey's
mouth.
Trey's excitement was so intense, her hands were shaking,
and she had to make a special effort to calm down and not rush
it. She did not want to rush it. She wanted this to last forever.
At first, she kissed and licked Lily's breasts but avoided her
nipples in order to build up a teasing tension. She licked
everywhere, on the upper slopes, at the sides, lifting each
breast to lick underneath it, keeping her tongue wet with saliva
so that soon Lily's skin was coated with it. Trey slid her mouth
over the slippery skin, skirting Lily's nipples but still not
touching them with her lips. Lily started groaning and squirming
under Trey. Then finally she pushed Trey away, pushed her down on
her back on the sofa so that she could lean over Trey with her
wet breasts hanging over Trey's face. "Don't tease, honey. Get
one in your mouth and suck it hard."
Holding Lily's left breast with both hands, Trey pulled the
nipple to her mouth and sucked it in. She could tell it was
nursing Lily wanted, not licking. The harder Trey nursed, the
louder Lily moaned, and each time she moaned Trey's own
excitement intensified. She slid one hand down Lily's side to
stroke her ass through the tight white slacks. Lily was hot now,
making all the sounds, squirming over Trey. Soon Trey pulled her
mouth away from Lily's breast and said: "Why don't you get your
pants off and I'll suck you."
Lily sat up, held her breasts in her hands and smirked at
Trey. "Are you any good?"
"I'm the best in town, haven't you heard?"
Lily gave a soft laugh and climbed off Trey to undress. She
peeled her slacks and panties off together, threw them on a chair
and then climbed over Trey again. She was hairy, a lovely dense
forest of dark hair hiding her labia, and when she eased her cunt
down on Trey's face, Trey had to push her tongue through the hair
to find the wetness. But once Trey was there, once she'd opened
Lily a bit, the flood ran over her tongue like sweet nectar.
Lily seemed to have no interest in anything subtle, so Trey
gave her what she wanted. When Lily pressed her clit down on
Trey's nose, Trey slammed her tongue inside Lily's vagina and lay
still while Lily rode her face to an orgasm.
Some time in the middle of the night, as they lay in each
other's arms on Lily's bed, Trey awakened to find the TV on and
an old Western movie on the screen. Sure enough, the locale was
Texas. Trey cuddled against Lily, took one of Lily's large
breasts in her mouth, and fell asleep again.
End